Taeyong had no idea how much time had passed while he'd jotted down ideas and lyrics, but he was soon once again interrupted by a hand waving over his eyes, breaking his intense focus. "Shower's free, loser. Trust me when I say you need one right now," Taeyong dropped his pen, looking up at Ten blankly, who raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Something wrong...?" Ten questioned, turning around to open a drawer and shuffle through it for something. "Huh? Oh, uh... nothing, Ten-ah," Taeyong hopped off his bed, grabbing fresh clothing from their cupboard. "And I'm older than you, damn it" Taeyong left the room, leaving Ten shaking his head. "Asshat hyung," muttered the younger boy, closing his draw and turning around to see Taeyong's notebook where he'd left it on the bed. Quickly snatching it off the Korean boy's bed, Ten laid down on his own bed and began to read. An evil smirk found its way onto his face.